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there is no time
to have fun
like dancing
or climbing
trees.
throwing a party.
your collective
turned into a
partnership
and your cadre pairs
off accordingly
and there is jealousy
and flesh eating
wounds
where i rub in the
salt like a salve
you
never asked a question
more vague than
describe how the entire
world is going to collapse
in one word or less.
i'm keeping quiet
let the silence
overwhelm someone
else or deal with
the screaming
desires in my mind.
I don't get nervous-instead
gut instinct and intuition
don't have time to study intellectual
institutions or
redundant emotions
stuffing paper money and official documents
into the bottle neck of assimilation
and light it
using strike anywhere liberation.